To love would be an awfully big adventure

Ten things seem to happen without question answer or reason.

I very much hate to admit,
but I believe in this.

Why does anything that matters have to happen?

I have little control over who falls in love with me, yet I know I have control.

So do I or don't I let love and life happen to me?

Death is only the beginning, yet love is why I'm living.

So, why does my instinct always have to be right?
Why does my mind of mine never think happy thoughts and take our souls aflight?

I act like I have no emotions and that I do not care, but I know I am the most emotional person ever to breath the air.

Why must I seem to never let it go?
Why can't I let my love for you completely and finally let it show?

Why I am unafraid of everything yet I'm scared to death of your dissful eyes?

Why are so may people attracted to me? They are fake like an act would not shed a single tear if I was to do die,

but, I know that your love for me is as real as can be just by the way you cry.